SLH, you need to write sci-fi stories for a living. You have a natural talent for it.

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Well, 'for a living' might be pushing it.

I love dreaming of UFOs. They're always breaking some law of matter, and my dream self invariably becomes a giddy little boy running frantically around, trying to look out windows.

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Well, 'for a living' might be pushing it.

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I had a dream the other day that has stuck with me.

I was in a blasted wasteland, ash falling from the coal-black sky, and everything smelled burnt. Like a mix of burning garbage, human flesh, and volcanic ash. Just an absolute hell on earth. I approached a giant cinder cone (it reminded me of Crater Lake before you crest the top to see inside) when a HUGE green tentacle burst up, followed by another, and another, and another. They gripped the edge of the pit and a beast began to pull itself up out of the ground causing the earth to quake, almost knocking me down.
"Oh shit! It's Cthulhu!" I screamed. Then the beast appeared, it was a monstrous, godzilla-sized, Early Cuyler. He bellowed around a wad of chaw, "What the hell you lookin' at you sumbitch!?" He then adjusted his trucker hat that said "Bad Mamma-Jamma" and spit a geyser of tobacco juice at me. Wiping his mouth with a tentacle he declared, "You best run squirrel, I'ma gonna whoop yo' ass! Wooow!!"

The rest of the dream was me trying to get away him in the remains of a bombed out, burned city. (Kind of like scenes of the future in T1.) The entire scenario reminds me of Jon Lovitz in Little Nicki running from the demon bird. The dream was whacked, especially now looking back on it. But at the time it was absolutely terrifying.

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I'm a fan of this:
http://www.world-of-lucid-dreaming.com/
I haven't actually exceeded in doing this but I think last night I became close.
I had a childhood dream. The one I had at 12 after watching The Exorcist. The Exorcist bitch got out of her bed and started chasing me and I ran. I haven't had this dream since I was a kid and I woke up with a fever and got physically sick. Well this same dream happened again but this time I stopped,turned around,looked right at this bitch and she said FUCK ME and I said FUCK YOUUUU!!! I was awake before I said YOUUUUUU!!! Then my wife said ME?
Then I was like Of course not!
It was amazing. I think tonight I'm gonna try this shit again. Hope it happens. I want to fly around.

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My dreams are too strange to describe. Now, I've never been on any acid trips but I assume it's like one of those. Hallucinations and other unexplainable shit.

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My hallucinogenic dreams I feel no need to report, unless they're really over the top crazy, like the thing with the toucan. My contributions to this thread have mostly been the incredibly vivid and entirely real-seeming stuff where I am there. It is real.

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I had a dream the other day that has stuck with me.

I was in a blasted wasteland, ash falling from the coal-black sky, and everything smelled burnt. Like a mix of burning garbage, human flesh, and volcanic ash. Just an absolute hell on earth. I approached a giant cinder cone (it reminded me of Crater Lake before you crest the top to see inside) when a HUGE green tentacle burst up, followed by another, and another, and another. They gripped the edge of the pit and a beast began to pull itself up out of the ground causing the earth to quake, almost knocking me down.
"Oh shit! It's Cthulhu!" I screamed. Then the beast appeared, it was a monstrous, godzilla-sized, Early Cuyler. He bellowed around a wad of chaw, "What the hell you lookin' at you sumbitch!?" He then adjusted his trucker hat that said "Bad Mamma-Jamma" and spit a geyser of tobacco juice at me. Wiping his mouth with a tentacle he declared, "You best run squirrel, I'ma gonna whoop yo' ass! Wooow!!"

The rest of the dream was me trying to get away him in the remains of a bombed out, burned city. (Kind of like scenes of the future in T1.) The entire scenario reminds me of Jon Lovitz in Little Nicki running from the demon bird. The dream was whacked, especially now looking back on it. But at the time it was absolutely terrifying.

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My dreams are too strange to describe. Now, I've never been on any acid trips but I assume it's like one of those. Hallucinations and other unexplainable shit.

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I couldn't control my dream last night.
Justin Beiber was in it.
That is all I will share.

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I dreamed we were all suspended in a dimension made of paint thinner and broken glass and everyone was naked inside their Styrofoam space suits.....then I woke up and realized I had fallen asleep while reading about UV radiation and our atmosphere.

It beats the time I fell asleep while reading about magnets during the 2008 election and dreamed we were all metal filings lining up against our will.

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best thread ever. just reread with company. good stuff. thank you sinners and saints.

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It's been a couple of months back but I once dreamed of Coin & Freign. They needed help with their hydroponic grow room so they called me to come take a look at the nutrient tank and it's feed system. They were dressed in white lab coats like Bunson and Beaker. At no time did Freign ever turn toward me so I never saw his face because he was hard at work at the cloning table. I puttered around with the water pumps, lines, and filters for abit until I zeroed in on the problem. The outlets where clogged by an accumulation of minerals. When I told Coin he began cursing Freign in a mix of english and danish that he was pushing the girls too hard and secretly wanted to kill them.

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If it helps, I woke up and couldn't remember writing that post.

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the Dane always wants to coddle them, so it's a small wonder they misbehave.

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Coin he began cursing Freign in a mix of english and danish...

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